Chapter 84
When Wen Cishu woke up, he didn't open his eyes.
Under the quilt, his arm started from his side and drew a fan-shaped arc like a pendulum.
Where is Bo Tingyuan?
A gentle call came from the other side: "Little daddy?"
Wen Cishu slowly opened his eyes, lazily reached out to hug the little boy leaning against his side, and rubbed his face against his arms: "Baby,"
Bo Yiming hugged Little Daddy's head and smoothed his soft black hair. "Little Daddy, are you looking for Big Daddy?"
"Ah? No." Wen Cishu denied it, then remembered something else and raised his head quickly, his eyes flashing with panic, "Baby, Daddy forgot to watch the sunrise with you."
Bo Yiming quickly hugged his little dad and put his face close to him: "It's okay! I didn't wake up either."
He mumbled about what happened last night, and then said, "Before I went to bed, I told my dad to wake me up. But when he called me, I was so sleepy that I didn't watch it."
Wen Cishu chuckled: "Then let's go to bed early tonight."
Bo Yiming nodded, and took the initiative to apologize for deceiving his little dad to stay for vacation yesterday, and whispered softly: "I hope my little dad can forgive me."
Wen Cishu raised his eyes and looked at him.
The little mouth pouts, it's so cute.
Bo Yiming saw that his young father was silent and looked into his dark eyes, feeling anxious and sad.
Wen Cishu quickly pinched his face that was puffed up with grievance: "I forgive you, but there can't be a next time."
"Hmm!" The dark clouds above Bo Yiming's head seemed to be blown away by his little father's breath, and he jumped and cheered, twisting and turning on the bed.
Wen Cishu looked up and asked, "Where's your big dad?"
Bo Yiming explained: "There was an important meeting this morning. So Big Daddy said, let me protect Little Daddy~"
"Big Daddy really said that?"
Wen Cishu is curious.
"Of course it's true." Bo Yiming wondered why his father asked such a question, "I didn't lie to him."
Wen Cishu curled his eyes and said, "Little fool, I'm not doubting you."
——I am “doubting” your big daddy~
However, while he was playing with the kid, he felt a little uncomfortable in his chest - the friction with the fabric of the clothes was very strong.
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bathroom.
When Wen Cishu lowered his head and looked down through his wide collar, the image of Bo Tingyuan licking his chest came into his mind.
"Forehead……"
He looked at it carefully.
I didn’t feel any discomfort at the time, so why are there obvious redness and swelling on both sides now, and they are so sensitive?
He checked his thigh again for the marks, but there was no trace of them.
What's going on with the chest?
Isotherm entered the bedroom doubtfully, and the large bed in front of him brought back some fragments of memory with great impact.
"Can I touch you when you fall asleep?"
"OK."
A high-speed train hit Wen Cishu with great force.
"Second Master? Didn't you sleep well?"
Aunt Zhong saw him standing there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about, his dark eyes didn't even move.
She came over worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Wen Cishu turned his neck mechanically: "...No."
"Little dad?" Bo Yiming had already asked the restaurant manager to prepare breakfast by the French window and ran over. "What's the matter?"
Wen Cishu raised his hand and placed it on his son's shoulder: "Eat first."
"Dad!" Bo Yiming turned around and saw the tall figure approaching. "Great! Let's have breakfast together~"
Wen Cishu's back stiffened, but he didn't turn around, just glanced at him quickly with the corner of his eye.
When Bo Tingyuan entered the room, the first thing he saw was him. Naturally, he would not miss any of his subtle reactions.
"What's wrong with your neck?"
Wen Cishu forced himself to "take the easy way out" and said casually: "Uh... maybe I have a stiff neck."
Bo Tingyuan: "Let me see."
Bo Yiming: “Ah?”
"No - it's fine now."
Wen Cishu walked around his raised arm and said, "Eat. I'm so hungry."
Bo Yiming changed his tone and uttered "ah" again.
My eyes moved back and forth between the two fathers. What was going on?
Bo Tingyuan took his son's seat and noticed that Wen Cishu's eyes were always avoiding him.
He pushed his glasses up, unable to find a reasonable explanation for the moment.
Wen Cishu was eating carelessly, and two little men appeared in his brain, fighting each other fiercely.
The villain on the left thinks that he gave his permission personally, so does that mean Bo Tingyuan has immunity from whatever he does?
The little man on the right quietly expressed some shame.
He secretly looked at Bo Tingyuan and was caught.
Their eyes met, and before Bo Tingyuan opened his mouth, Wen Cishu interrupted and said softly, "If you are very busy, actually... it's okay to go back first."
Bo Tingyuan frowned and glanced at his younger son who was observing secretly with a curious look on his face.
He placed his palm on the back of Wen Cishu's hand and patted it twice gently: "Well, I know my limits."
Wen Cishu nodded, but his eyes fell on the peak of his lips.
Uh...what's your sense of propriety? !
He hurriedly looked away, picked up the juice cup, and drank it in small sips.
As the sweet and sour juice enters the mouth, all kinds of erotic images can't be stopped in the brain.
He screamed in his heart: My son is here, I can’t let my imagination run wild!
Bo Tingyuan looked at his son: "Yiming, what are your plans for today?"
Bo Yiming said excitedly, "If Big Daddy has time, I want to surf, snorkel, and ride a small train and a parent-child bike on the beach." He quickly asked, "Where's Little Daddy?"
Wen Cishu said without even thinking: "Okay, I'll go with you."
"Ah? Daddy, will you accompany me surfing?" Bo Yiming blinked.
“…”
Wen Cishu had never touched a surfboard in his life. With his ability to balance his limbs, it was impossible for him to stand upright on a board.
Before he could explain, Bo Tingyuan said, "Your little daddy meant to accompany you on a train ride and a bike ride."
Bo Yiming chuckled: "I know, I asked on purpose. Is your little dad still asleep?"
Wen Cishu nodded accordingly.
After Bo Tingyuan got up, he had already eaten breakfast and now he just sat with them for a while.
After finishing the meal, he asked his son to prepare clothes for going out.
When the two of them were left together, Bo Tingyuan saw him basking in the sun, closing his eyes, looking lazy and comfortable. "What happened in the morning when I was away?"
Wen Cishu was indignant: You still ask, you are the culprit!
But he didn't know how to ask it, and when he saw Bo Tingyuan reaching out to hug him, he subconsciously pushed him away.
Now, Bo Tingyuan knew that the problem lay with himself.
He still picked him up, sat on the sofa, and held up his chin.
Wen Cishu raised his face, his eyes slanted with depression. When he thought about how his chest was swollen because of him, he rushed over to hug his neck and bit his earlobe in anger.
Bo Tingyuan hugged him tightly, pursed his lips, and just frowned even though he felt pain, without making any sound, allowing him to vent his emotions.
Wen Cishu was afraid that he was really in pain, so he let go and leaned on his shoulder, accusing him: "Although I allow you...but you can't..."
Bo Tingyuan rubbed his lower back and said in a deep voice with a hint of smile: "Teacher Wen, are you giving me fill-in-the-blank questions?"
“…”
Wen Cishu raised his hand and patted him on the back, "How stupid! Can't you figure it out on your own?"
It's obvious that when you do that kind of thing, you can learn it without any guidance.
Bo Tingyuan reacted and asked in his ear: "Where do you feel uncomfortable?" The palm of his hand on the lower back slid forward, with the tiger's mouth just stuck on the narrow waist, and slowly pushed upwards.
"hiss."
The fabric rubbed against his chest, and Wen Cishu made a slight sound.
"pain?"
Bo Tingyuan quickly pushed him away and reached out to pull the hem of his clothes.
"Hey!" Wen Cishu held his wrist and glared at him fiercely, "What are you doing in broad daylight?"
Bo Tingyuan grabbed his wrist and pulled it behind his waist, holding it with one hand, and said in a serious tone: "Let me see."
Wen Cishu was startled. The hem of his clothes was slowly pulled up, and a layer of tiny goose bumps appeared on his skin.
How could he meet his green eyes? He could only close his eyes in shame and bite his lower lip until it turned white.
Under the light brown hem, the snow-white and smooth skin was revealed inch by inch.
He was born with a tall and slender frame, and a narrow and thin waist that had a pearly color in the pale golden sunlight.
The redness and swelling on the flawless milky white skin are like red ink stains on clean rice paper, which is very eye-catching and also very tempting.
Wen Cishu felt him leaning forward, so he closed his eyes and spoke in a tight voice to stop him: "Bo Tingyuan, don't..."
As the words fell, a wave of heat slowly swept over.
This was followed by a feather-light kiss.
Bo Tingyuan stepped back, pulled his clothes up, and whispered, "I'll be more careful next time."
When Wen Cishu heard this, his ears felt hot.
I don’t know how he “carelessly” ended up like this last night.
He opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes wandering as he muttered, "I'm asking you."
"Hmm?" Bo Tingyuan placed his palm on the side of his face and rubbed his dry and soft lips with his thumb.
Wen Cishu felt his thumb rubbing slowly, and his eyes couldn't help but glance at his lips.
His lips moved, as if he was actively kissing his fingertips. He forced himself to calm down and continued to ask, "That is, if you do this or that, will it be more responsive?"
Bo Tingyuan remembered that he had asked a similar question last night, suppressing his shyness.
——He cares a lot about himself.
Bo Tingyuan leaned forward and said, "Yes."
Their lips were only separated by his thumb, and they wanted to kiss but couldn't, which was particularly tempting.
Wen Cishu pouted slightly, lowered her eyes and looked up again, looking into his obscure eyes through the lenses, and whispered, "That's good."
She immediately looked away and stared at his earlobe, "I will slowly get used to it, and try to be able to do it while I'm awake..."
The thumb that Bo Tingyuan pressed on his lips slid to the side, almost pinching his soft and plump cheek: "Then let's not accompany Yiming to play today, in the room -"
Wen Cishu didn't even have time to raise his hand, he quickly covered his lips and glared at him fiercely through the lenses.
I stepped back from his mischievous gaze and "rebuked him harshly": "You can't do this. Yiming will be disappointed."
Bo Tingyuan didn't take off his glasses. He turned his head slightly and kissed him back, then asked, "What are you doing now?"
Wen Cishu was flustered: "...It's just a friendly exchange between dads. Uh——"
Just as he finished speaking, his soft lower lip was bitten.
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